PREYA late model Ford Mustang pulled slowly to the side of the road, steam bellowed from beneath its hood producing a thick white rolling fog, clouding its occupants from view. Rolling to a stop, it sat motionless, quickly engulfed within the cloud of its own making. It was late, the street was dark and unfamiliar to the driver and his companion. Peering through the fog surrounding them they could faintly see a small building across the street, an Ice cream stand painted white with red stripes that blend with the blackness of night. Its three small concrete tables and benches nothing more then deep shadows that rested against a blanket of black.
In front of them a lonely two story house stood, mingled in a clump of trees, age old Oak trees that reached to the heavens with their mangled arms, and some pines mixed in. A light glowed from one second floor window toward the rear of the house.
“ Someone must be home.” The young woman in the passenger seat speculated, staring through the trees at the lighted window. “ There’s a light on.”
The driver, a man and a good ten years her senior sat silent, also staring at the window. He then looked at her, placed his hand on her bare knee and gave her a smile. “Just because there’s a light on doesn’t mean someone’s home. Perhaps it is on to deter buglers, or maybe ¬ ” His words of wisdom brought to a halt as a shadow passed by the widow from within. He tapped her knee gentle and gazed into her deep honey/brown eyes. “maybe there is somebody home.”
They climbed from the car. Stepped through the dissipating cloud of steam, making their way toward the house. The air was chilled, and they were not prepared for a cold night. He in a pair of thin black slacks and a white shirt with short sleeves, and she in a black dress, short and painted too her slim figure, leaving her shoulders as bare as her legs. Cold as it was it did not hinder their mood. His step lively and overstated, made her giggle in amusement, as the two met at the front of the ailing red pony. She slipped on her stiletto heels, falling into his arms. He held her snug to his chest, each gazed into the others eyes, speaking to one another with out whispering a single word.
He could feel the goose bumps spring from her smooth skin as he studied her on her feet. With no jacket to offer he slipped an arm tight around her tiny waist marrying their bodies. He then slipped his free hand into his pocket and they regained their walk for the house.
Staring up the driveway they saw a figure standing at a door on the side of the house, next to the drive. Stepping closer they could see it was the figure of a woman, a well-endowed woman. Not thin, but pleasantly plump. Her long hair was wild, flying in a wind that did not exist. They half expected to hear it hiss as they approached her.
“ Excuse me, Miss…” He said, tugging his young companion tighter to his side. The woman at the door jumped, her keys startled from her hand, and fell into the blackness below her. “ I didn’t mean frighten you… My friend and I are having some car trouble and wondered if maybe ¬ ”
“ If maybe I have a phone you can use.” The woman finished for him sounding a bit gruff, she knelt down searching the shadows for her keys. “ Ahh.” She said rising with keys in hand, glancing over their shoulders. “ Seems to me your car trouble is that you don’t have a car.”
“ It’s back down the road a bit – a hundred feet or so. You should be able to see it through the trees, right over there.” He said, ending with an out stretched arm pointing in the proper direction.
“ Oooo, a Mustang…” The woman said with glee. “ I love Mustangs.” She turned, faced the door, inserted her key and unlocked it. “ You’re both more then welcome to come in out of the cold.” Her eyes looking them up and down, sizing them up, for what she only knew.
Inside the door was a long, narrow flight of stairs leading to the upper portion of the house. A solitary low watt bulb cast a faint yellow haze of light over the stairs, just enough to see where to step. They followed loosely behind the woman as her ample hips swayed up the narrow staircase in a pair of black jeans that clung to her like a second skin.
“ I’m Annie.” The woman said with a puff of air as she reached the top, peering back at them over her shoulder. She was beneath the light now and they were surprised that her face matched the beauty of her voice. Her’s was a natural beauty; she wore no make-up that they could tell. Her hair more wild in the light then it had appeared in the dark of night.
“ I’m… My name is Devin, Devin Sinclair and this is my lovely companion Debra Meade.”
“ Well then Devin Sinclair and Debra Meade, welcome to my home. Never let a stranger into your home, I always say, but we’re not strangers if we know each other’s name now are we.” Annie said with smile and stepped into the darkness beyond the open doorframe at the top of the stairs. “ Come on in and meet the rest of my little family.” Annie’s voice sung out in invitation from within the darkness. Then the platform atop the stairs shined in a brilliant white. “ Mined your step now.”
Devin gave Debra a glance, a glance of uneasy anticipation as they took a step back away from the light. “ What do you say my dear, shall we meet the kin folk?”
“ Yes we shall.” Debra said, dragging her final word out, with a smirk of a smile gracing her plump lips. They entered the doorway their bodies still married at their sides, Devin’s free arm held above their heads shielding their eyes from the brightness of the room beyond. The cold at their backs stifled by the warmth caressing their faces as they entered the room.
Devin and Debra’s progress was brought to a sudden halt. Annie stood proudly in the center of the room atop a tattered braided oval rug. Three rings of faded color, green, red, and the center and out side edge brown. At the far end of the room standing high on a make shift rack, between two scared wooden doors, an old television, something from the late fifties at the start of color. A small collection of books, mostly paperbacks, rested on a crooked bookcase along a sidewall next to the only window in the room where no curtain or shade hung. A coffee table, as scared and marred as the two doors, stacks of empty beer cans littering its worn surface, sat in front an old broken down sofa draped by a deep blue sheet, so the inner stuffing wouldn’t cling to your clothes after leaving its seat, facing the television. On the sofa, laid back with his booted feet propped on the coffee table was a man. His hair cut short, slightly graying at the bangs and unkempt. Blue jeans with holes in the knees and faded almost to white in spots and a flannel shirt, unbuttoned hanging loose over his barreled bare belly rounding over his small waist.
“ This here is my brother, Pete.” Annie said with pride strutting over to the man lounging on the sofa. Dropping her slightly over sized rump onto his lap, clutching his face firmly in her small hands, then mashing her lips too his. Their heads tilting from side, too, side in a feverish moment of passion. In a display that you would see between two lovers that'd come together after a long stint apart. But something told Devin and Debra that this was a normal occurrence and had nothing to do with being apart for any length of time.
When Annie released Pete’s lips from hers and began to pull away, Pete’s hands slipped up her faded black T-shirt from behind. Dragging the worn thin cotton up her torso with his arms. His large hands grasped each of Annie’s well-endowed breast, squeezing them fiercely, her shirt rose too reveal her tender flesh turning a pale shade of purple beneath his grip. Devin met Debra’s eyes and held in a gaze, not of shock or repulsion but surprise. Her honey/browns locked with his unusual gray/blues. Then both looked back to Pete; Annie seated on his lap with his hands in her shirt. The surprise wasn’t their open incestuous exhibit but merely the fact that Annie’s body was so firm and toned, every bit as solid as Debra’s.
“ And that handsome fellow over there is Sam.” Annie said happily, pointing toward a man sitting on yet another sofa draped in a matching blue sheet as the sofa Pete lounged on. The sofa pressed snug too the wall at Devin and Debra’s right side. Sam sat at the edge, hunched over, arms resting across his legs; beer can in his right hand. He was a bit older or at least appeared to be. His face was somewhat handsome; the deep crevices lining his forehead and branching from his blue eyes gave him character, but also told of a rough life.
Devin was a bit stunned that Sam sat there on the sofa wearing nothing more then a pair of faded green boxers. He was stout and solid, and Devin had no doubt as strong as an ox. And Debra peered at his large solid chest, unable too help herself from doing so.
Devin gave her a nudge, breaking her free of her flesh filled trance, and her honey/browns focused once again on him. Devin took a step forward and reached out his hand toward Pete, then quickly dropped it back to his side. Considering that Pete’s hands still resided under Annie’s shirt. “ Nice to meet you Pete, and ¬ ” He glanced too Sam. “you as well Sam.”
“ Yes very nice.” Debra added speaking through a sheepish grin, focusing more on Sam then Pete.
“ Your, er, sister was kind enough to invite us in from the cold, you see our car¾ ” Devin chimed, speaking directly to Pete who quickly interrupted him.
“ Annie’s more than my sister, much more, aren’t you baby.” His hands out of her shirt in a flash, clutching her hair with one, yanking her head back harshly. The other then clutching her throat. Annie’s eyes widened and chest heaved as she gasped for air. “ Annie here is my better half, sort-of-speak.” Pete’s eyes grew cold and angry, fixing on Devin and Debra’s faces, expecting to see shock and disgust. “ You got a problem with that?” He asked releasing Annie, hopping to his feet.
“ No, no problem – too each his own… I always say.” Devin replied with a bit of dry wit, while Debra drew closer to him suddenly feeling uneasiness, and then jumping when she felt something touch the small of her back.
That something was Sam’s left hand and his right was moving in on her hip. “ Well nice to meet you, darlin.” Sam said softly, leaning to her ear. His hand slipping away from her back and began to stroke her golden hair, while the other caressed her hip, back and right butt cheek. “ You sure are a pretty thing.” He cooed, glancing down behind her, lifting her dress, revealing a glimpse of black lace above the exposed flesh that rounded above her long thin leg.
“ Damn…” Pete shouted taking a look him self. “ That sure is one taste morsel you got there Devin.” Pete glanced at Devin, reading his face. “ Sure would like to have a taste of that sweet little thing. How bout you Sam? Yea sir… I bet she’s a wild cat in the sack. Aye, Devin.”
Debra sank into Devin’s side deeper, lowering her head, her long golden hair draped over her face concealing her beauty from the world. Devin cradled her small head within his arm and raised the other in a gesture for the men to stop. Annie jumped to her feet, lunging from the sofa, and stood before Devin and a demoralized Debra cowling beneath his arm.
“ You two stop that – before you frighten this poor young thing to death.” Annie shouted in a low key and with little force, placing her fingertips under Debra’s chin and raising her head so she could see the fear in the young girl’s eyes. Annie and Debra’s eyes met, locked for a brief moment in a stare, and time seemed to stand still. Annie couldn’t believe what she saw. Impossible. There was no fear in those honey/brown eyes, not even a trace. They were still just as sweet, warm, and inviting as they were when she first saw them. “ These… These are my guest, boys. And if anyone is gonna have first crack at 'em it should be me. Don’t you think?”
It was then clear that Annie ruled this nest. The only woman of a household of three. She was nothing more then a smudge of ink next to Pete and a mere dot along side Sam. But in charge never the less. Both men quickly and with out a single word or dissatisfied glance, halted their actions and stepped to Annie’s side.
Annie studied Devin. His eyes, his face, his hands, and his physique – imagining what he looked like under his fancy clothes. Then she did the same of Debra, finishing at her honey/brown eyes, big, rounded, and beautiful.
“ How old are you honey?” Annie asked while caressing Debra’s cheek, thinking she couldn’t be more then sixteen or seventeen – eighteen at the most.
“Older then you think. Everyone always believes me to be much younger then I really am.” Debra answered sounding a bit smug.
“You should mined your tongue little lady.” Annie said calmly snatching her by the back of her hair, yanking Debra’s head back until her mouth opened involuntarily. Sam stepped to Annie’s side, straight razor in his hand. He lowered the sharpened edge to Debra’s lips, pressing gently. “ Or I’ll have Sam here cut it out.”
Devin turned in response; halted immediately by the barrel of a .45 pistol pressed to his temple. At the other end Stood Pete, a wide smile on his face. “ Now just what do you think you’re doin?” Pete spouted, Devin stood frozen. Annie once again turned her attention on Devin. “I want to see him.” She commanded, staring at Devin’s chest, holding Debra by the back of her hair.
“What ever you want baby-doll.” Sam said happily as he slipped the razor between Devin’s shirt and skin. Slicing off each button, one at a time until there were none left. He then severed the button of Devin’s slacks and pulled his undershirt free. Pulling the shirt out tight and slicing it up the middle. Leaving Devin’s upper body mostly exposed for view. “Oooo, I like.” Annie purred stroking Devin’s naked chest while keeping her grip tight on Debra’s hair. “Show me more.”
Sam did as she asked, slicing Devin’s slacks from the inside out and let them fall to the floor in a pile at his feet.
“ More… Show me the rest of him, now.” Annie ordered. “ As you wish…” Sam said, reaching inside Devin’s briefs and slicing the thin cotton until it floated down along Devin’s bare legs like a dead leaf, leaving him totally naked, hands held behind his back by Pete, gun too the back of his head.
Annie cooed again at the sight of his genitals, much larger then she had expected considering Devin’s average physique and already on the rise. His chest like his legs and arm, solid and well defined. His mid section firm and smooth not hard and rippled as Sam’s, or large and round like Pete’s. Annie traced his naked flesh. First with her eyes and then hand, from bottom, too, top. Suddenly she shivered a twinge of sorts coming over her as she looked into his eyes. There was no fear behind Devin’s blue/gray eyes. There was nothing at all. How can that be? Annie thought as another chill surged through her entire body. They were normally near pissing themselves by this point, or at least crying for their lives. What makes this man so different? Annie, in deep thought glanced, too, the young girl secured in her grasp; back arched severely, body as rigid as a corpse in a morgue, swaying on the narrow tips of her stiletto heels. And Annie gasped.
Her too? No fear in this little girl’s eyes… Can’t have it… This will change and change now… Annie had come to the realization that the focus of their assault had been, too, much on Devin. That if they went after the girl more aggressively the fear would follow.
“ He’s got a pretty nice ass too…”
“ What?” Annie said as the words broke her thoughts, not ringing clear.
“ I said, he’s got a nice ass too.” Sam repeated, smacking the soft flesh of Devin’s rear. “ Not as round as her’s but pretty nice.” Sam said. “You gonna share him or keep him for yourself?”
Annie yanked Debra’s hair downward, bending her backward further on her heels, stretching her neck long. She glanced at Devin, meeting his empty stare. Then leaned over Debra licking her cheek, watching Devin from the corner of her eye. He twinged against Pete’s restraint, and Annie knew she was right.
Bringing her other hand, the one not full of Debra’s golden lochs, too the girls neck. Annie caressed the taunt skin down to where the little black dress rest low on Debra’s chest. Sliding her hand beneath the tight black fabric and back out, clutching hold of the smooth material, then ripped it away from Debra’s struggling body.
Sam and Pete hooted and hollered and laughed as the remains of the black dress floated to the floor. Their excitement growing more fevered when Annie’s hand squeezed the girls left breast and tore the lacy bra that held it loose, tossing it at Devin.
Annie’s eyes fixed on Devin’s, as her hand glided its way down Debra’s torso, slowly over the black lace panties and dove suddenly between her legs. Annie again glanced at Devin.
“ She’s all yours boys…” Annie shouted, flinging her arm back, tossing Debra through an opened wall at the back of the room. Her body hurled passed the chipped and broken plaster, and the exposed wood skeleton of the ruff cut wall. Debra’s feet stepped hurriedly in an attempt to catch up with her sailing body. Across the kitchen she flew, slamming into the counter that held a double well sink. Folding her over the sink as the counter edge drove deep into her waist, stopping just short of her head reaching the window glass above the sink.
Debra’s legs spread, arms curled in the stainless bowls as she raised her head searching for air. The window looked out over the backyard where a tall wooden fence hid it from wandering eyes. It wasn’t a backyard at all, not really, more of a junkyard with twenty or thirty cars sleeping in the midst of over grown grass and weeds. Most of the cars seemed newer; some stripped to there bones, others as clean as a car in a showroom.
Megan’s car… Debra thought, catching sight of a blue corvette, a giant pencil hanging from the rearview mirror. Why is… Pete had followed Debra’s forced flight into the kitchen, bringing her thoughts back inside the house. His hand cupped over her mouth and squeezed. His body laid atop her’s pressing her harder against the counter. Pete’s other hand made its way over her body squeezing sections as it went along. Starting with her breast, one at a time. Then her belly, hips, pelvis, thighs and finally sinking his fingers into each of her rear cheeks.
“ Tender…” Pete whispered with the groping of each new portion of her body. “ Not like the last one… I can’t wait to sink my teeth into you.” Speaking directly into her ear, pressing his body harder against her’s. She could feel his excitement rubbing her backside, through his worn out jeans, hard and ready for her.
Devin tried to follow Debra into the kitchen as well, but was stopped quickly by Annie’s fingers curling around his scrotum, her long nails digging into the thin sensitive flesh. “ Where do you think you’re goin.” She squeezed tighter. “ Boy, you sure are packin some meat there.” Her eyes drifting down his body then back up to his eyes. “ Think I’ll have me a bit of a sample before dinner…” Annie said hungrily, her head floating down his body, nails clawing into his flesh in her wake. Devin rolled his eyes down. Annie’s mouth opened wide closing on his manhood. This game is over… He said to himself. She just might bite it off – can’t have that…Debra would be heart-broken.
With Pete gone, in the kitchen with Debra, only Sam remained to aid Annie in her quest for flesh. Armed with his straight razor, pressed to the side of Devin’s neck, his other hand firmly cupping Devin’s rump and holding his attention. Devin in a flash grabbed Annie by the top of her hair and Sam’s wrist wielding the blade, pried it back until a loud snap rang out, and holding off Annie’s oral advance at the same time. “ Game over…” Devin said in a low powerful voice. Muffled by Sam screaming out in pain, his eyes wide, and mouth gapping at the sight of bone protruding from his wrist. Devin raised Annie from her knees, using her hair as a handle. Then, with little effort, tossed her over the coffee table and onto the sofa. Landing hard, stunned by the quick change of control, Annie sat motionless.
“ Debra – did you hear me? Game over!” Devin shouted.
As quick as a change in Ohio weather Debra spun beneath Pete’s body, flinging him to the side, sending him crashing into the refrigerator at the end of the counter. Pete bounced off like a rubber ball dropped from a second story window. The door flung open over top his legs as he lay still on the grunge stained floor.
“ Should I bring him in there?” Debra asked calmly, flipping the hair from her eyes.
“ Probably should.” Devin replied, standing naked over a Shocked stiff Annie.
Debra strolled over to Pete, leaned over him grabbing an arm. The refrigerator door swinging in front of her. She stopped. Stared longingly inside, oblivious to the swinging door. She swallowed hard, choking on the sight before her. “ Devin… You should come see this.” Her words were forced out over quivering lips.
With out a word or sound Devin stood at Debra’s side in an instant, where she was still frozen in a gaze on the contents of the fridge.
“ What… What is it?” He asked sounding annoyed by her lack of response to his arrival.
Debra continued her stare, her words trapped in her throat.
Devin peered around the door, holding its swing with his hand. Then he too froze at the sight. The sight of Megan Freeman’s severed head resting on the center shelf, a large red apple stuffed between her plump blue lips.
Megan Freeman was a writer and friend of theirs, more a plaything they used when their appetites grew to large. She had gone on ahead of them to get the room at the hotel the day before. But it looks as if she never made it. Devin spun on his heels and like the wind was out of the kitchen and had his hands laced around Annie’s throat, lifting her from the sofa, her feet dangled in the air above the floor.
“ What did you do to her?”
“ We played with her a while, and then… Then we ate her… She was a bit tough though.” Annie said happily, with a smile on her bluing face.
“ That was your plans for us - To be your dinner?” Debra asked amused, and laughed. Lifting Pete from the floor where she had drug him along behind her. “ You idiot, you couldn’t have had us for your dinner… You were to be ours.” She said then opened her mouth wide, tilting her head back, baring her fangs, sinking them deep into Pete’s neck.
Debra tossed his lifeless, blood-drained carcass to the side. Wiped his blood from her lips and sucked her fingers clean.
“ You destroyed our toy, Annie. I guess you will have to replace her – at least for now.” Devin said dryly, gazing into her frightened eyes. “ If your going to kill for your substance, you, really should be more careful at whom you choose my dear. There are far worse things out there in the night then you.” Devin sank his teeth into the base of Annie’s neck and drank. Sharp pain coursed her full frame, squinting her face and drawing her lips.
Annie’s lips parted, the first of her body to show the sensation of sensual clarity that followed the bite. Her body went limp and cold in Devin’s arms. He laid her on the floor, centered on the oval rug. Leaving her alive, his newest paramour.
Debra giggled, echoing through the night air like the howl of a wolf at the moon, and then like a ghost at morn – they were gone. Only the drained bodies of Sam and Pete, sprawled out and decaying, evidence that they were ever there at all.